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2004-07-31

At the time of the attacks on September 11th, 2001, I was 15 years old. I remember that as I was leaving my second period class to go to art, that the principal came into the room, and whispered something to the teacher, then left. My teacher turned on the tv and was switching channels as I left the classroom and went down the stairs to get to class. As I walked into the art room, I noticed that her tv was on too, but we always watched movies in art while we were working on projects. It looked like a movie, there was a building with smoke and flames coming out. " The next thing that I heard was the voice of our principal over the intercom,"Students and teachers, I am sorry to interupt classes, but there has been an attack on America. Early this morning, 2 planes crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City, and 1 plane crashed into the Pentagon in Washington D. C. Teachers, please leave your tv's on for the rest of the day. Before I let class resume, let us have a moment of silence for the people affected by this tragedy." I had never heared my school go so quite. It sounded like all of a sudden all of the sound on earth was gone. Little did I know, but my prayers would soon be for someone I loved. When I got home, my mom told me that my uncle, Charles Jones, had been on flight 11, the 1st plane to hit the World Trade Centers. I was devistated, we hoped and prayed that maybe he had missed the flight. But when we checked with the flight people, they had gotten his ticket, which meant that he didn't miss the flight, and that I would never see him again. Ever since September 11th, 2001, my life has been very difficult to live. But each and everyday, I pray to God and thank him, that the rest of my family is in tacked and safe. Besides, I will see my uncle in heaven someday. So until that day, good bye Uncle Chuck.............I Love You.